While my friends from high school could only be described so colorfully with expletives, I can see our games had much in common with yours. My Dad was a chief in the US Navy, but he never passed beyond the peanut gallery concerning DnD. I really envy you for having a story where your father took hold of a die without being ironic.

Laughed out loud in real life, multiple times. Especially at "You maggots better get your shit together or you'll wind up here like this sissy egg-sucking dwarf!" I'm tempted to get some friends together and read this story as a group, it reminds me that much of my friends.

I play every other saturday, 3.5v D&D in the forgotten realms setting, Hunter The Reckoning every other Thursday, im the youngest in a group of players from 21-40 so i guess your never too old to play D&D!

That was very entertaining and sooo funny!! I could picture it all so clearly.I actually learned D&D from my father who still had game nights with his friends when I was 10 years old. I would sit quietly in the living room when I went to spend weekends at his house and listen to the wonderful, complex world that was being played out in the kitchen by the adults. Eventually he taught me to play and I soon found my own groups to play in. Of course the first group I was in, I was the only girl and it always helped when the DM had a huge crush on me...amazing what I got away with ;)

My dad introduced us to D&D when I was 9 years old. It was a friday night in 1986, not too long after my parents divorce, and he was looking for things for the three of us to do together. He'd pick us up from school and take us over to his place, a tiny one bedroom cabin deep in the woods. By day, my brother and I would have adventure in those woods, but after dinner, out would come the 8x11 red box.

My dad was the DM, and he always played a drunken Hobbit. I was the cleric and my brother was a fighter.

Doh! In one game when I Dmed for the family, one of my brothers threw the Dwarf of the party out of a tower window. Fortunately the party hadn't even gone up the stairs, so the Dwarf was thrown out the first floor window. Unfortunately Pops played the Dwarf...(What is it with dads and Dwarfs?) lets just say at the end that its been decades since we all played D&D together.

If this is all real and not a joke (Seriously marion please answer this) you sir have the most interesting life I've ever heard of. Greatly enjoyed the article, reminds me of when I was invited to my friends last week to play their own table top game. Which my friend's dad made with his friends in the late 80's (They pass it down now), it ended up with us burning down the entire north mountains, to find the quest item.

Pretty fun. Next time, you better let your dad play the role of the leader ;d

Visulth:Just a question about D&D; can you only die once, or is there a way to respawn?

Depends on the DM. If your party can afford to resurrect you (5 thousand gold pieces in diamond dust, a cleric who can cast Raise Dead, a scroll of Raise Dead which is more expensive and someone to read it, or a temple where priests can resurrect you for a fee, big fee), then yeah. But if the DM is nice, he may let you create another character to fill the gap.